“Midnight”

Disclaimer: Well, what Joss doesn’t know is I’ve hidden Spike under my bed, and never plan to give him back! He he ha-ha! My Spike *cough* *cough* sex slave *cough*!
Summery: Just as Spike goes to bite 18th Century Buffy, what if he didn't tease and taunt her, and instead just bit her...? He bites and she becomes Buffy, but before Angel can get him off of her Spike takes off with her. He gives her a choice, die or unlive with him... What will she choose?
Rating: R/NC-17
A/N: Some spoilers for Season 2. Vampire Buffy!

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Chapter 1
Happy Halloween
That night chaos reigned! People became monsters, the stuff nightmares were made of, and creatures that were never supposed to be real ran amok on the streets of Sunnydale, California. But that wasn’t all; people who were strong became weak, frightened, and helpless. And the real monsters, the ones that did live in the cupboards and under the beds, and that hid in crypts and alleyways, took advantage and came out to play.

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Spike strolled into the abandoned factory, child minions of many different demon varieties following. They ran towards the other humans present, and the one vampire and using their newly found demonic strength held them captive. The solider tried in vein to reach hold of his rifle, the ghost stood by watching helplessly unable to help anyone, the cat screamed and shouted as the monsters touched her and held her back while the vampire cried blood tears for his love he couldn’t save.

Spike cockily sauntered towards the petrified girl. At seeing her in the pink billowy dress he felt a rush of lust rise and the blood shoot directly to his growing erection. The fear radiating from her worked with his lust to make him even harder. With a smirk he walked closer to her effectively bending her back over the crate. Looking down at her he softly brushed a lock of hair away from her face and smiled.

“Buffy!” Angel cried struggling in the child demons grasp.

But Spike didn’t hear, he was too enraptured by the beauty beneath him. The feel of her body pressing against his had him desperate to rub against her. So he did, rocking his hips softly he heard her gasp and try to move away from the bulge in his pants. Her face turned a beautiful shade of crimson as his eyes locked with her hazel ones.

Turning her head to the side he whispered against her neck. “Lost little lamb.” His fangs brushed her tender skin softly and to his surprise she didn’t flinch away, just stayed as stiff as a board beneath him like she had always been. She wasn’t even shaking anymore.

As he came towards her, Elizabeth began to panic, resisting the urge to faint because she knew men like him would have no trouble taking advantage of girls who fainted, even with the others in the room her virtue was at risk.

With a sniffle she back up against a crate, terrified as he leaned on top of her and trapped her beneath his hard chest.

With a sob she realized how handsome he looked even in the guise of a monster. She resisted the urge to run a hand along his ridged forehead, instead settling for trying to wiggle away from him. When he rocked against her and she felt the evidence of his lust poke her through the yards of fabric she blushed and stiffened.

He moved her hair out of her face ad neck and just stared at her, yellow eyes boring into her own. Slowly he lowered his head to press a kiss to her jugular, his fangs scrapping the skin. He whispered something and then his teeth where in her. With a deafening shriek, she began to struggle again. His hands gripped her arms and pinned her beneath him as he continued to drink from her.

“Buffy!” Angel roared again, but again neither heard him. Buffy caught up in her panic and Spike in his bliss.

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Ethan’s Costume Shop was shrouded in darkness; one figure lay sprawled across the floor writhing in pain, while another determinedly marched towards the statue of Janus. Raising it above his head and smashing it to the floor.

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When the spell was broken, Buffy felt a shift the wig fell off the back of her head as it hung to the side allowing Spike to drink. He had already taken to much blood, and she was too weak to fight him. With a groan she turned her head as far as she could to look at him, still engrossed in feeding he hadn’t noticed his minions revert back to frightened little kids. As she moved whatever blood she had left seemed to rush to her head, with another groan she fainted, at the mercy of a ruthless killer.

As he felt her move he stiffened slightly, he barely made out the voices of children that moments ago had been monsters and knew it was the same for Buffy, the slayer was back but he wasn’t done with her. Retracting his fangs from her throat he turned to face the Scooby Gang minus Willow who had disappeared to who-knows-where and smirked.

“Happy Halloween, Peaches.” He taunted Angel, as he turned back around, scooping up the unconscious slayer into his arms and fleeing from the warehouse.

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Overcome with grief and shock, the remaining few gathered the children into groups and set about returning them to their parents, still waiting at the school. Angel headed out to find Giles and tell him what was happening, and then he’d look for Buffy. He prayed it wouldn’t be too late, even if Spike was torturing her first at least she’d be alive.

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After booking a room at one of Sunnydale’s rat trap motels Spike headed up to the room, unconscious slayer still cradled against his chest. Closing the door behind him he placed the girl down gently on the bed, and crawled to lie beside her.

As she began to stir he gave her a grin. Waking up in a strange place almost caused Buffy to pass out again, not to mention the fact that the corset was digging into her waist painfully from the way she was lying. Seeing Spike next to her caused her to gasp as her eyes snapped open fully, darting around the room.

“You bit me.” She spat out weakly, still reeling form the blood loss.

“You have a choice, pet. I’m going to kill you either way, but you can die,” His eyes raked over her form, her chest heaving as she breathed shakily, fear overcoming her. “Or you can live with me, forever.” She gasped at him and tried to draw away, but his hands caught her and pulled her tight against him, his erection once again pressing against her covered womanhood. “What’ll it be, luv?” he asked huskily.

She opened her mouth to scream but was silence as he crushed his lips to hers, his tongue flicking out to invade the cavern of her mouth. With a groan Spike rolled on top of her, pulling at the skirts of her dress trying to get them up over her hips. His hands darted under them to rub along her panties, feeling her tense he drew his mouth from hers and slowly began to kiss along her jaw, trailing down along her neck and exposed collarbone.

“Sssh, kitten, it’ll feel good, trust me.” He kissed her again, and she surprised him by kissing back. Their mouths fussed as he hips arched off the bed at his touch.

“Spike.” She moaned, and he growled at her fangs embedding themselves into her neck again. He pulled the blood from her slowly and as her heart rate slowed he pulled back and licked the wounds. Using his free hand he tilted her head to one side and placed it at his neck.

“Bite, my love.” And she did, her teeth biting down twice as hard as his as they ripped at his skin viciously, drawing out small droplets of blood out through the miniscule gaps in his throat. He fisted the hand in her hair and pulled it back, letting go he scrapped his nails quickly over where she had bitten causing the blood to pool and flow freely. He moved his hand back toy her head and pushed it down on the wound. With a lot less trouble Buffy began to drink the blood, lapping it off of his alabaster skin and swallowing it, before fusing her mouth to the wound and pulling more blood into her mouth.

As she drank from him, Spike slipped two fingers past the barrier of her underwear and inside her tight channel, relieved to find her dripping for him already. With a groan he pumped his digits in and out of her in time with her pulls on his blood.

“Buffy.” He rasped against her throat as he curled his fingers inside of her, stroking her vaginal walls. Her hips thrust off the bed as she came, gulping down the blood in her mouth before slipping into oblivion. With a leer, Spike turned her onto her stomach and pulled the ties of the dress undone.

Peeling the heavy pink fabric from her lithe from he threw the material to the floor, quickly followed by his own clothes and climbed back onto the bed beside her, drawing her to spoon against his stomach as he drew the covers over them, and let his purring lull him to sleep.

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